“Aurora, wait…”
I was quicker. I grabbed the laptop and turned it toward me before he could shut it. My finger clicked on the folder labeled with my mother’s name. It opened instantly.
Inside were dozens of files. Old scanned letters. Photos. Documents dated years ago. I clicked on the first photo. It was my mother. She looked happy. Really happy. Not the tired, fading version I’d heard stories about.
Lucian reached for the laptop again. “Please don’t do this right now.”
“Why not?” My voice shook as I opened another file. It was a letter. Handwritten. I recognized my mother’s handwriting from the few things Evelyn had saved for me. “You have all this stuff about her and you never told me?”
He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders, trying to gently pull me back. “It’s not that simple.
